Monday, July 18, 2016

Like All Love Songs

I'm going to sit right down
And write your self a letter
And make believe it came
From me. In order to make

A perfect and beautiful
Machine, it is not requisite
To know how to make it. Take
Away the notion of intention.

I am a perfect and you
A beautiful machine. Our
Origins, together, predate
The birth of our world.

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